—David Bowie
the future is dumb.
the past is numb.
the present always.
the perfect timing.
and then I remember.
my Thich Nhat Hanh.
that cutting onions.
is part of the meal.
there is a place.
beyond ambition.
that Mary and I agree.
is peaceful.
where the insects trill.
so you will paint the sound.
and the porch light hums.
so you will write its colours.